Tricked

lot of blood and now ichor oozing down my arm, and I was starting to feel a bit light-headed. My healing had stopped. I tried to retrigger my healing charm but nothing happened. That meant the healing knots on my hand had been badly marred. I could still ask Colorado to heal me, and he would, but not having the agency to do it myself was a problem.
    //Colorado / Druid needs healing / Please//
    //Healing// the elemental said, and there was harmony.
    Granuaile was out of the way now, so I crafted a binding between Moralltach’s blade and the northern butte. Rather than the butte moving to the sword, Moralltach would cut through the locust’s head to get to the butte. All I had to do was let go of the hilt. I energized it and Moralltach ripped through the head, splitting it open down to just above my hand. I dissolved the binding while it was still flying and the sword fell to the ground.
    » Great. Now, Granuaile, can you tear off this half? « I gestured with my left hand to the right’s side of the locust’s head.
    » Seriously? «
    » Yeah. My hand is stuck in there and I have to figure out what’s causing it. «
    » This is so gross. I’m going to have nightmares. «
    » Me too, believe me. Blame Coyote. «
    » Oh, I do. « Her nose scrunched up in disgust, she grabbed hold of the chitinous edge of the head and pulled, ripping the gooey flesh down the middle and spilling a sludge of ichor onto my face. I spluttered and coughed.
    » Gah! Sorry! « she said.
    » Had to be done. It’s all right, « I croaked, trying not to vomit. I felt air on the inside of my forearm. » Can you see my hand? « I asked.
    Granuaile peered closer. » Yeah, it’s there. Something’s sticking through your palm a little bit. «
    » Ah, that would be why I’m having problems healing, then. It’s pierced me through the back of my hand. «
    » That circle and triskele governs your ability to heal? «
    » Yep. «
    » And you must have blocked the nerves there or you’d be in severe pain. «
    » Right. But it also means I can’t do much with it right now. Would you mind pulling it off there? «
    » Okay. « Grasping me by the wrist, she pulled my hand off the obstruction with a squishy sucking sound. When my hand fell away, we could see what had been keeping it there: the locust’s left mandible. It had broken off—aided in part by my thrown rock, no doubt—and been shoved up into the mouth along with the sword hilt and my arm, and then when I tried to yank my hand loose it had been waiting there like a spearhead.
    To get out from under the bulk of the beast, I bound the top of its thorax to the ground on my right. This effectively rolled the carcass over and allowed me to stand and shudder.
    » I really need to get cleaned up, « I said.
    » There’s all that ice in the chest, « Granuaile said.
    » Good thinking. All the way around, really, « I said. » And thank you. «
    » You’re welcome, sensei. «
    » Will you do two things while I’m washing up? Go get that manila envelope over there and let’s see what’s inside. Then bring out another stake and set this one on fire too. «
    She nodded and I went to wash off my arm and my face. I had no idea how long it would take the Coyotes to respawn and come back, but I suspected it would be before dawn, and I wasn’t planning to be around when they did. Let them figure it out on their own and clean up their own mess. Colorado had moved the gold under the mesa, so as far as I was concerned we were square. Time for me to get out and live the life of a dead man, like I’d always wanted.
    The ice water was refreshing. It wouldn’t wash away my guilt over Frank’s or Darren’s death, but physically I felt better not to have bug juice all over me.
    Granuaile came in, left me the envelope unopened, and took out a few stakes to burn the carcass of the second locust.
    Having only one functioning hand, I cheated and unbound the envelope with a bit of magic, then shook out the contents. It was a set of official tribal documents and a lease on a trailer in Many Farms, giving permission for a white male and white female to live among the Diné. So that’s what he’d been doing—arranging a place for me to train Granuaile. I noticed it said we had black hair, which was probably a good idea. Too many people had seen a couple of redheads in the area, and if I wanted the peace to train her right, it was time to pretend I wasn’t Irish for a while. We’d have to get a whole new set